@ElderGod-Carrots
Eurion wanted it to stop. He wanted the Gods to stop, wanted himself to stop. Whatever that meant he didn't know, but all he was aware of was just how much it hurt. Each sob had his body trembling and he was glad of Sláine around him because the man was a pillar holding him up as he slumped against him. Eurion couldn't hold himself up. He couldn't do anything but sob and tremble in fear and hope that it all just went away soon. He knew that it wouldn't but he hoped that it would. This wasn't living. It wasn't a life he wanted to live. Not when the Gods were so fierce and horrible and he couldn't do anything to escape those chains on him. Now there was a physical reminder of what they had on him. Regardless of whether he could see those chains he felt them. Every day they got heavier until one day he knew they would drag him to the ground and he would be unable to stand against them. But every time he looked at himself from now on he would see that reminder.
Had Sláine not been there something bad would have happened. He would have, because he had done so before, and done anything to take the pain away but the physical pain that he inflicted on himself only dulled the emotional ache for so long. At least this time he had his mate, but even the comfort that Sláine seemed to be pouring into him wasn't doing much to stop what he was feeling. It was something that he was unfortunately just going to have to ride out, like every other time, because he doubted his prince was going to let him hurt himself in his presence. Maybe that was a good thing. Logically, Eurion knew it was a good thing, but he couldn't help but wish for it to be different when there was nothing else that stopped his terror and sorrow from filling every last vein in his body.
So many years of the same repeating pattern. Eurion couldn't count, couldn't remember who he had been before the Gods. A part of him was lost, he was aware of it. A part of him had been consumed by the Gods and every time they came to visit they took more and more. One day there would be nothing left of him, or who he was originally. Nothing more than a servant to the patrons he had sworn himself to. That day seemed to be creeping closer and closer with every visit. Half a man. Eurion still couldn't believe that Sláine was staying with him. The day he became nothing more than what the Gods put into his head, the assassin knew that his prince would leave.
"I'm-" Words failed even though Eurion tried to get them out. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, "So- sorry I-" His fault. This was his fault. He got himself into this mess, he should be the one to deal with it. Sláine shouldn't have to have his night ruined because of him. Because it was neer just the two of them. The Gods would always be there. Always pressing down on him. Always in the back of his mind. Always there. No matter what Sláine thought, Eurion knew. He knew that they would never be alone, not truly, when the Gods could snatch him away at any moment and send him back like this.